First Wedding Anniversary Together

Christina and I married on December 24th, 1994. In the summer of 1995, we were living together in Canada, in our first home, an apartment we were renting in Burnaby, close to Simon Fraser University, SFU, where she was working. There, we spent our first wedding anniversary together.

Our first anniversary was very sweet and also created a tradition we kept for the rest of our lives. On December 24th, 1995, Christina and I went to play in the snow at Cypress Mountain and in the early afternoon we went home where we were going to have our first-anniversary dinner together.

For dinner, Christina had planned Cornish Hen in creamy Mustard Sauce, accompanied by steamed vegetables and roasted baby potatoes. For dessert, Christina had prepared a Pineapple upside-down cake the previous day which was one of her favorite desserts.

When we arrived home from our skiing trip, we had a romantic shower together and got dressed up for the occasion. Christina had a red dress, very pretty, the one she used at our wedding. The dress was perfectly fitted showing her stunning figure in all its splendor.

To enjoy the moment, Christina helped herself to a glass of wine and sat on the sofa to rest for a few minutes before we started cooking. At some point, she placed her wine glass on the coffee table, lifted her legs onto the sofa, and rested her head on a pillow. She fell asleep. I saw her sleeping like a little angel and did not dare wake her up and let her sleep and went to the kitchen to start cooking.

In the kitchen, everything was laid out on the counter, the recipe, cleaned potatoes, the vegetables in the steamer, and the little birds ready to start cooking. All I had to remember was to do the steamed vegetables last.

When the meal was ready, I went to her to wake her with a kiss - "Dinner is ready, we can eat now". She opened her eyes followed by a sweet smile and I helped her up the sofa holding her hand. We hugged. I still remember her warm body fused to mine. We hugged so many times in our lives together!

The dinner was sublime. That night we went to sleep very peacefully.

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